Some of us need to learn how to be loved. How to receive warmth & not fear burns. How to forget that trembling alone, arms wrapped around ourselves, is not the same thing as being held. How to feel without flinching. How to change a body rhythm that only beats…
I hope you find lessons in your reflection and I hope these lessons come to you easy.
A new year is under way after all the things that 2020 was. Are we ready to let it go? Or are we still clinging to our wounds?
When people say the word ‘love’, I usually recoil. I say that’s a real big word, one I don’t really know how to say. My language is rooted in past experiences & it pulls up memories of difficult feelings when it registers the word love. And then there are moods…
Glorification and shame are two sides of the same coin. They allow us to distance ourselves from these uncomfortable feelings & make them everyone else’s problem.
Can we hate people for being who they are? It can be hard watching people remain their worst selves when you can see their highest potential. It’s difficult finding pettiness, rage, envy, weakness in those you know to be wise, strong, sensitive. Weaponising emotion is to turn something beautiful into a smoking gun.
What does being happy have to do with getting what you want?
Stop trying to heal people hoping that they will love you for it. That is not how healing works.
I watched @netflix_in #FabulousLives. I loved Neelam as a kid & even more now. At a self-confessed 50, she exudes the understated confidence that comes from riding life’s ups & downs. But there’s also a vulnerability, the hesitation about her looks, the uncertainty of comeback roles. Unlike the brittle tantrums…
Are we too in love with the stories to appreciate the realities of life? The stage is a metaphor for our distancing.